flashback

car-less, unemployed (and unemploy-able), single, having to say, "no mom, i don't know when i'll be home", having but two cents to rub together, sleeping in a twin bed (lumpy), wondering what on earth i am doing with myself....not exactly a crisis mind you, but i feel so....19. again. friends say they don't want to turn 30 (or 40 or whatever), but would you really rather be 19? honestly? i don't think so. by the way, Happy Birthday to Uncle Bert. (who may have always been 19, happily, afterall)